She felt like some one facing a surgical operation: the kind of which the surgeons say to the family:There HAVE been cases in which it has proved successful; and if its not done we refuse to answer for the consequences. She tried to picture what her future would be what she herself would be if the operation were to be successful. Perhaps in the end she would marry somebody else, have children, live on as a totally different being, preoccupied about ordering another mans dinner and bringing up his family, though the same face continued to look back at her from her mirror.
How odd if in years to come she should meet Vance somewhere in the street, in a train and they should not recognize each other, and some one, perhaps her husband, should say afterward:You didnt know? Why, thats the man who wrote Colossus. I thought you used to know him. That handsome common-looking woman was his wife. Vance stood up, shook himself and passed his hand over his forehead.I think Ill go out. Halo moved toward him. She must make use of her factitious energy before it flickered out.